AN ALTERNATE ENDING

 

AN ALTERNATE ENDING

What if we only heard the Christmas angels singing

The ones we thought we heard in childhood

At the so called End of the World

What if we heard the music of the spheres

Long years centuries aeons philosophers dreamed of

Right in the middle of work

Coming in over the speakers

At home, in school, or maybe at the shopping center also

Mulling over the question: nectarines or tangerines

Or both

And suddenly we are filled with flowers

We are the bouquets of the living God

And He plucks us all and carries us home

And we smile through the window our flower faces pressed to Eternity

At the gently disappearing Earth.

Mary angela douglas 2 february 2024